Sleepless

Sleep is an elusive thing, it seems. You think, I'm tired and I can go to sleep, no problem. Then you get in bed and your eyes fly open. No sleep for you. That is the situation here in Barcelona. Being awake in the middle of the night is strange. You know you shouldn't be, it feels like you're the only one, and it inspires some panic if you don't embrace it and do something with yourself, such as writing in your blog or hanging out on Facebook. Being sleepless induces loneliness, which is why I am glad that my friend from Valencia was also on Facebook. I actually feel like I might be able to close my eyes for a few hours now, since we chatted.

While I hope for this blog to reflect all the light and sunny experiences I have here, tonight feels a bit darker. Still, to keep things more upbeat, I did manage to take a few photos of my surroundings. I was hoping for photos of the festive lights that brighten the streets but they were only on for a couple of hours and I missed my window to take photos. It will have to wait until tomorrow, I suppose. For now, here is some evidence that I've unpacked and thoroughly inhabited my hotel room.